" "Mikey! Please! You don't know what you're doing tome!" "I couldn't disagree more. You see, John, I knowfully well what I'm doing. May I remind you,...only two shorthours ago I had a reasonable facsimile of that manly shaftof yours, you know, the very same one that's champing atthe bit to do a little spelunking in this nifty new hideyhole of mine." "You're not seriously suggesting that the two of usfool around?" Nuzzling John's neck, Mike playfully cooed, "Foolaround... Now, that's a novel. Next you get out a spreader bar from under the bed and attach it to my ankles, keeping me wide open and vulnerable to your wishes. You unzip my catsuit exposing my ass, cock and balls. You start to whip me with the crop, varying the strength and frequency to your wishes and then you take some lube and squirt it all over my exposed sissy hole and slowly introduce a butt plug. The plug has a tube and a bulb coming out of it which when squeezed inflates it with a small button on the end to. They were the ones who were responsible for protecting both the owner's liquor license and the girls. I did a scan of all of them. They were tough, fairly smart and good at what they did. You didn't last as a bouncer in an upscale strip joint if you were stupid. The clubs policy was that two or three bouncers would hit the parking lot after closing time to make sure that all the girls got to their cars safely and there were no obvious stalkers following them when they left.April would be safe. ’ Make sure you read the first part before reading this. A number of folks, including my significant other and The Wanderer felt ‘Give It Away’ wasn’t finished — that there was more to be told. Thanks to techsan for being there for me — first-rate editor that he is. Thanks to Lady Cibelle for her sage advice. A special thanks to The Wanderer for keeping me on the straight and narrow. THE METH LAB – CINDY’S STORY The call came at two in the dark cold morning. Jerry was in surgery at the KU.